In MemoriamEdward Moxon, 1850 - 126 psl. |
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... present state , That sets the past in this relief ? Or that the past will always win A glory from its being far ; And orb into the perfect star We saw not , when we moved therein ? XXV . I KNOW that this was Life , -the 41.
... present state , That sets the past in this relief ? Or that the past will always win A glory from its being far ; And orb into the perfect star We saw not , when we moved therein ? XXV . I KNOW that this was Life , -the 41.
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... five years its richest field . O Love , thy province were not large , A bounded field , nor stretching far , Look also , Love , a brooding star , A rosy warmth from marge to marge . XLVI . THAT each , who seems a separate whole 68 69.
... five years its richest field . O Love , thy province were not large , A bounded field , nor stretching far , Look also , Love , a brooding star , A rosy warmth from marge to marge . XLVI . THAT each , who seems a separate whole 68 69.
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... star ; Who makes by force his merit known And lives to clutch the golden keys , To mould a mighty state's decrees , And shape the whisper of the throne ; And moving up from high to higher , Becomes on Fortune's crowning slope The pillar ...
... star ; Who makes by force his merit known And lives to clutch the golden keys , To mould a mighty state's decrees , And shape the whisper of the throne ; And moving up from high to higher , Becomes on Fortune's crowning slope The pillar ...
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... star , And whirl the ungarner'd sheaf afar , And sow the sky with flying boughs , And up thy vault with roaring sound Climb thy thick noon , disastrous day ; Touch thy dull goal of joyless gray , And hide thy shame beneath the ground ...
... star , And whirl the ungarner'd sheaf afar , And sow the sky with flying boughs , And up thy vault with roaring sound Climb thy thick noon , disastrous day ; Touch thy dull goal of joyless gray , And hide thy shame beneath the ground ...
124 psl.
... brethren , let the fancy fly From belt to belt of crimson seas On leagues of odour streaming far , To where in yonder orient star A hundred spirits whisper Peace . ' LXXXV . I PAST beside the reverend walls In which 124.
... brethren , let the fancy fly From belt to belt of crimson seas On leagues of odour streaming far , To where in yonder orient star A hundred spirits whisper Peace . ' LXXXV . I PAST beside the reverend walls In which 124.
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78 psl. - The wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the soul? Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
7 psl. - who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
210 psl. - Whereof the man, that with me trod This planet, was a noble type Appearing ere the times were ripe, That friend of mine who lives in God, That God, which ever lives and loves, One God, one law, one element, And one far-off divine event, To which the whole creation moves.
67 psl. - The baby new to earth and sky, What time his tender palm is prest Against the circle of the breast, Has never thought that "this is I;" But as he grows he gathers much, And learns the use of "I" and "me," And finds "I am not what I see, And other than the things I touch.
32 psl. - The Danube to the Severn gave The darken'd heart that beat no more; They laid him by the pleasant shore, And in the hearing of the wave. There twice a day the Severn fills; The salt sea-water passes by, And hushes half the babbling Wye, And makes a silence in the hills.
49 psl. - their sleep is sweet,' And silence follow'd, and we wept. Our voices took a higher range; Once more we sang: 'They do not die Nor lose their mortal sympathy, Nor change to us, although they change; 'Rapt from the fickle and the frail With gather'd power, yet the same, Pierces the keen seraphic flame From orb to orb, from veil to veil.
159 psl. - THE time draws near the birth of Christ : The moon is hid ; the night is still ; The Christmas bells from hill to hill Answer each other in the mist. Four voices of four hamlets round, From far and near, on mead and moor, Swell out and fail, as if a door Were shut between me and the sound : Each voice four changes on the wind, That now dilate, and now decrease, Peace...
76 psl. - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
178 psl. - Now rings the woodland loud and long, The distance takes a lovelier hue, And drown'd in yonder living blue The lark becomes a sightless song. Now dance the lights on lawn and lea, The flocks are whiter down the vale, And milkier every milky sail On winding stream or distant sea...
9 psl. - A hand that can be clasp'd no more Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here ; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.